Halloween is done, thank God. I am so over that holiday. This year we carved exactly one pumpkin, and I let the real spiders decorate inside and out.
Actually, Halloween was over for me after fifth grade. That year, near Houston where I grew up, a father was found guilty of killing his son by lacing his Pixie Stix with cyanide. The next year I broke my foot, and that was that.
Maybe part of the reason I’m glad Halloween is over is because I really, really, really love All Saints Day. It’s right up there with Christmas and Easter for me, only better, because there are fewer expectations.
But this year, in the middle of the service – after I had preached but before we began to celebrate the Lord’s Supper, after we had sung “For All the Saints” and named our beloved dead – in the middle of the service as the choir sang an extraordinary anthem, I thought to myself
This is a terrible thing to do to people.
The choir was singing “Entreat Me Not to Leave You” by Dan Forrest. (You can listen to a different choir sing it here.) I was thinking about all the people I have loved who have left me in death, and I did not have the literal opportunity to tell them not to go, not to die, not to succumb to the cancer or the internal injuries or old age. I got so sad, and had to do that pastor thing of disengaging emotionally so I could stand up and do the next thing.
Celebrating All Saints is a terrible beauty. Terrible in that all that pain and grief and rage is unleashed again. Terrible that it’s done publicly. Terrible that we don’t all stand up and stomp around and insist that God stop all the tragic deaths.
But then it’s so God-damned beautiful too. The golden shining of those souls. The memories. Naming the names. Affirming the hope that they are not gone forever. Not being alone in our grief. Really beautiful music. Holy communion.
The best analogy I can find is wiggling a loose tooth. It hurts, but it’s a good hurt. Today I think All Saints is that way, the worship service at any rate. It hurts, remembering those people who have gone from us. But it’s a good hurt, because we had them for a while, and now we have each other, and that will do.